I’ve been given a taste of change and now I’m ready and eager for more. I want to travel somewhere I've never been. I want to kiss a stranger. I want to shed my old skin for something with room for new memories.
Change is one of those things. You love it. You hate it. You need it. Change is puberty; It’s the vessel that carries you from one port to the next, with no promise of smooth sailing.
It snuck up on me and stung me. At first, my head was spinning. There didn’t seem to be any actual legitimate reason for its coming. Maybe destiny got sick of waiting around for me to finally make the changes I’ve been meaning to make, or maybe its just the way life evolves. Either way it happened.
I can’t believe how comfortable I’d grown with “status quo,” with “good enough for now.” I’d settled for less than what I’d wanted, less than I could be, and now I’m making adjustments to my life. Scary at first, true, but oh so necessary and getting easier every day.
I’m going to be moving out of my first apartment this month. I’ve had a lot of great memories here. I made posters for the Women’s March here. I welcomed my first cat (best friend in the entire world) to her first home with her forever roommate.
I made delicious meals.
I shared wine and conversation with friends.
I woke up in the morning, scrambled eggs, and sipped coffee before work.
Soon, I’ll be scrambling eggs, and sipping coffee in the kitchen of a bigger better home but I can’t help feeling a little bittersweet about saying goodbye to this part of my life. New home, and soon a new job. New, new, new. The view from my window is going to be changing a bit.
At it’s core, I’m redeveloping my life for the better. I’m saying good bye to toxic environments of the past, and saying hello to a new chapter.
So let it begin. You know I'll keep you posted.
Angela DeCamp is an Indianapolis based artist. who enjoys the finer things in life: black coffee, carnival tickets, the sound high heels make when they clickty-clack on the sidewalk.